who shepards a church in Drake, Colorado. His blog focuses on how really wicked people hoodwink the (fallen) rest of us. In a nutshell, there are people who are so EVIL, they do not care if that really crappy (and waaaaay overpriced) roofing job costed every penny that old man had. These ultra-wickeds are VERY crafty - yeah, like their Handler - it's often quite difficult to call them on their b.s.
Among their rotten fruits is: it's never their fault - it's the bookkeeper's fault - she neglected who to enter the payment into the system on that fateful Tuesday, because she is a ... bla,bla,bla. (Uh, she had scheduled off that day, several weeks in advance - inlaws coming in from Missouri.) Well, to right-size a long drama, narcoid's check bounced.
Oh yeah, once in a while, he does admit fault, for something so minor - like forgetting to email his co-worker (ya know, the old guy who always, always brings in more than enough soda to last till around Easter) the Holiday Party bring-list. Even then, can't help but to wonder if even that was a jab.
Yeah, i know in the New Testament, there is a warning against evil surmising; which is why narcs are SO TOXIC. Their history is long and filthy, and when the mask slips off, a few times too many...the light bulb finally switches on, revealing slime and grud everywhere.